Feet buried in
sea-softened sand.
Waves calmly crash
against worn rocks,
brightened by
hand-scrawled marriage proposals
and iloveyous.
"I love you sugar frosting"-
one reads, evoking memories
of
awkward first kisses
and childhood hand-holding.
We're too old now for
Brightly colored sun dresses
And size 4 sandals.
Too old for pigtails,
and being cute.
But here,
Moonlight streaming across
Tired, smiling faces.
Hands touch with that
same childhood spark.
And love,
again,
is perhaps a possibility.
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I really liked this one! It definitely provoked the memory of similar emotions that I've experienced in my life. The line breaks were very effective! Awesome poem!
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